|c. minutes after I stepped into thin air|
luckily, not devastating. but still. Fuck.
|c. moments after Boo choose “ointment and RICE” over “don’t hesitate, amputate!!” – thanks Boo!|
fun is a great thing. Kids seem to be generally a great thing. Life and love area great things.
stepping into thin air – not so much. being stuck in a place inside your head and heart where everything is here to hurt you – well, that’s just hell. that’s what that is.
how do we help those who are stuck in hell? how do I find the kindness I want to have to replace the deep rooted despite (despise? despisement? despicable?)I currently hold dear? hydrogen peroxide for the soul, that’s what I’m searching for.
|c. 35,000 feet coming in from NYC, July 2015 – if not peroxide, then shouting in the shower?|
so, as I crafted this under the influence of the Ollie-dog, John spoke from the past (Feb 2009, to be specific) of an influential song and the lyrics that read in part:
“It is important throughout your life to proclaim your joy”
He added a few other thoughts, as he sang a song about hope in your life…
His take was to also point out that it is also important to admit on occasion to the righteousness of your fury …
Not at all surprising that John helps me find a place to stand and breathe deeply.
Even in October.